On the one hand, I lament the fact that the overall increases in gas prices ahead of us will mean people become less well-traveled.
Then I think that most of the car travel we do doesn’t make us “well-traveled” in the sense of exposing us to new knowledge but only to more blurred miles between points A and B as fast as we can possibly go without getting caught by the law. That kind of travel isn’t about seeing, touching or knowing at all.
And then, after searching far into our woods for Showy Orchis plants we’d seen somewhere but couldn’t quite remember exactly where, while the cows took up residence in our pasture last week it became necessary to accompany the dog-on-leash into his accustomed swath of woods for his morning business, I look down at my feet and here’s a little patch of the illusive plant we’d “traveled” to find. It wasn’t fifty feet from our own back door.
There’s a life lesson in here somewhere.